Foreword.

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Before I begin this new story, I wanted to start this little poem about betrayal.

Everything is forgivable, except lies, infidelity and betrayal.

What is built on lies cannot last.

Lying is a dead end, because the truth always comes out.

A heart wounded by betrayal becomes hard as a rock, it can no longer be broken from within, but can no longer feel the sweetness of love.

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from enemies, it comes from those you trust the most.

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